No Chains

Sometimes I feel constrained by rhyme, rhythm and form As if this one will be the magic that transforms and rises above Sometimes I feel constrained by words I know to fit in this space or that wishing for a vocabulary unhinged Sometimes I feel constrained by expectations, by convention and by the other who will read these words When inspired by another who uses a pen to dance Who spills themselves and their imagination onto pages I want to sit in a corner and write and write Digging for treasure Buried beyond my feelings Beyond my vocabulary Beyond expectations and conventions Where life forms And beauty arises in the mist Dec 26